When a Wild Rose sings to an old Bee!
If thorns pinch your heart?
Please do not blame me
As you voluntarily landed
On my soft petals.
Anyhow I would like to minimize the pain
If you stay a night or two?
I have a special liking of you
As you're not behaving like a Hornet.
Rose sings her tricky song
'Caring is my main concern.'
With that unusual tickling!
*To Edgar Allan Poe, a Boston Native poet who died in Baltimore in 1849 under mysterious circumstances!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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